Its like '012' at Dc and Im in love with a sleaze
But when he treats you not like no other you will never leave
Weekends I sneak on the phone just to sit in silence
Releasing myself through you while Im facing physical violence
Then its '013' in my dungeon and Im in love with Quise
His words kept me warm at night like my north face fleece
And we talk about about our past and accept all flaws
Everything I been through you been there through it all
Its '014' and Im vibing with my weed head
His life was fucked up and so was his fears that he fled
I thought I could fix him
Me alone wasn't enough
He left anything when he got tired of it cause he wasn't tough
Now its '015' in my front yard and Im think I love dez
I miss his fingers under my chin that pulled up my head
He gave me my first booty rub I thought I was the shit
Now Im lonelier then ever because we didn't click
// e.b.
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THE FUNDAMENTALS OF A REALIST
PoesíaA collection of my thoughts in poems that reflects my life before, after, and during being associated with my first love as well as my creative impulses. a poetic photograph of May 2015- October 2015. ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
